[Verse 1] If I get to heaven, I’m checking the rules Then sneaking a flask past the welcome committee’s stools I’ll find old Saint Peter and ask for a light He’ll say, “Not in the clouds”—I’ll say, “Just one tonight” [Chorus] If I get to heaven, let the good times roll A cold one in my hand and a grin in my soul I’ll kiss all the pretty girls—if they say it’s all right Then dance with the angels till the morning gets bright If I get to heaven, I’ll be raising a little hell With a halo on crooked and a story to tell [Verse 2] I’ll borrow a harp for a honky-tonk tune Teach the cherubs to two-step beneath a big moon Order barbecue brisket, extra sauce on the side And challenge Saint Paul to a hayride race ride [Chorus] If I get to heaven, let the good times roll A cold one in my hand and a grin in my soul I’ll kiss all the pretty girls—if they say it’s all right Then dance with the angels till the morning gets bright If I get to heaven, I’ll be raising a little hell With a halo on crooked and a story to tell [Bridge] I’ll smoke one fine cigar on the back porch rail While the choir sings harmony and the clouds set sail But if the Lord says, “Son, that’s enough for today,” I’ll put it out smiling and behave—for a day [Instrumental Break] [Final Chorus] If I get to heaven, let the good times roll A cold one in my hand and a grin in my soul I’ll kiss all the pretty girls—if they say it’s all right Then dance with the angels till the morning gets bright If I get to heaven, I’ll be raising a little hell With a halo on crooked and a story to tell Yeah, a halo on crooked and a story to tell! [Outro] If I get to heaven… save me a stool.
